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She remembered that half-way up the slope there was a turn in the trail where it ca, but at last she got there And she checked Ranger so as to have a reen and bright-gold gulf, asleep under a westering sun, exquisite, wild, loneso in the open space between the pines and the spruces He waved to her And she returned the salute

Roy caught up with her then and halted his horse He waved his so yell that awoke the sleeping echoes, splitting strangely from cliff to cliff

"Shore Milt never knohat it was to be loneso aloud "But he'll kno"

Ranger stepped out of his own accord and, turning off the ledge, entered the spruce forest Helen lost sight of Paradise Park For hours then she rode along a shady, fragrant trail, seeing the beauty of color and wildness, hearing the murmur and rush and roar of water, but all the while her mind revolved the sweet and momentous realization which had thrilled her--that the hunter, this strange man of the forest, so deeply versed in nature and so unfa like the elements which had developed him, had fallen in love with her and did not know it